Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

After the effect of adrenaline wears off, the newly grown flesh and blood begins to feel a strong sense of discomfort.

Zhang Yi turned and looked at several other battlefields in the city. The fierce fighting was still going on, as if many monsters were fighting each other.

But at this time, Zhang Yi didn't dare to go over to help them. He needed to take care of his own health problems first.

Moreover, no one can guarantee that there will not be a more powerful person emerging from the Nash Country.

The death of a great general is no joke.

"Shh!"

Zhang Yi immediately disappeared from the spot and headed towards the lower level area of ​​Nash Country.

The further down you go, the darker and dirtier it gets, and people from the upper class almost never go to such places.

Zhang Yi found a safe place. While asking Zhou Keer to help him completely repair his body, he began to try to absorb the essence of Sembamu.

This absorption process is usually extremely slow, and even if it is absorbed in a short period of time, it cannot be completely digested.

However, it can still improve the strength to a certain extent.

Zhang Yi had a premonition in his heart that he must improve his strength as soon as possible.

If he wants to enter the Holy Spirit Temple.

……

On another battlefield, Qilidoan faced Lancelot.

The entire city area had long been reduced to ruins. There was no living person around, and there were no visible buildings.

Qiliduoan stood in the center of the battlefield. He still had that indifferent expression, holding a huge sword in his hand, looking down coldly into the distance.

In that direction, Lancelot fell weakly in the ruins, his combat uniform had long been torn to pieces, and blood was flowing, staining the soil and rocks beneath him red.

The two men had been fighting for more than ten minutes. Lancelot's strength was not weak, but facing the general of Nash who made a living by fighting, he still suffered heavy losses.

Qilidoan's strength is too strong. The three-eyed people's naturally strong physique, coupled with his sword skills that have been honed billions of times, brought pressure to Lancelot that was as terrifying as an endless storm!

There is nothing fancy, just pure hard power to crush!

Qilidoan, holding his sword, walked towards Lancelot step by step.

"Among insects, you are considered a relatively powerful existence. I never thought that your race could possess such power."

"Oh, is it because their reproductive capacity is too strong? There are too many of them, so there will always be some stronger individuals born."

Qiliduoan said slowly, the murderous intent in his eyes remained unchanged.

Lancelot raised his head and looked at Qilidoan coldly. Several lines of blood flowed from his forehead and slid down his cheeks, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still laughing, laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha! The strong men of the Three-Eyed Clan will never let me down!"

"But you know what?"

He slowly stood up from the ruins. Although the sword in his hand was badly damaged and the protective shield on his left hand was cracked, his fighting spirit was still high.

"Compared to the pressure that person brought to me, you are still far behind!"

His face was covered in blood, but he still raised the knight's sword in his hand towards Qilidoan with high fighting spirit.

Qilidoan nodded.

"Very well, I will grant you the honor of a warrior and kill you!"

"Although you are just a bug, you are worthy of my respect!"

Qiliduoan knew that he could not delay any longer.

He had already felt the energy erupting from several other battlefields.

Although no one knows why, there are so many powerful hairless mice in this world.

But as a warrior, the meaning of his existence is to protect the peace of Nash Country, to fight and kill!

He moved, and his extremely fast speed brought with it a fierce gale. Wherever the storm passed, the sonic booms hurt people's eardrums.